Forbidden Passion
Chapter 355 The Biting Mr. Reynolds

Theodore crossed his arms and leaned against the headboard, raising an eyebrow at Phoebe. "Before the doctor comes, it's not great for people to see us playing bondage games." Phoebe snapped back, "Then why did you have someone tie me up at the airport?"

"If I didn't, what if you ran away again?" Theodore replied coldly.

Phoebe was furious. "You have plenty of people to take care of you. Isn't Mia enough?"

Theodore narrowed his eyes. "Who's Mia?"

Trying to keep her cool, Phoebe took a deep breath. "Never mind. Where's my luggage? I need to change."

After a night, the smell of disinfectant still clung to her, making her uncomfortable.

Theodore pointed towards the door with his chin. Phoebe saw her suitcase.

She walked over, unzipped it, and grabbed some clothes. "Can you stop being so childish? Being tied up in the middle of the night will give me nightmares." Theodore sneered. "You slept just fine, no nightmares."

Phoebe gritted her teeth, grabbed her clothes, and headed to the bathroom.

She quickly changed and freshened up. In the mirror, she looked okay, except for her slightly swollen ear.

She noticed bite marks on her ear, still oozing blood, showing how hard Theodore had bitten.

Phoebe rubbed her ear and left the bathroom.

Lawton had arrived with breakfast in the hospital room. Seeing Phoebe, he stood up straight. "Good morning, Phoebe!"

His tone was more respectful than usual.

"Good morning," Phoebe nodded. She vaguely remembered his voice from last night and knew he was involved in the kidnapping. Phoebe was rational. She knew they were following Theodore's orders, so she didn't blame them.

Seeing her calm expression, Lawton relaxed, set the breakfast on the table, and found an excuse to leave.

The room was just Phoebe and Theodore again. Theodore sat on the bed, watching Phoebe walk to the table. He coughed heavily. Phoebe pretended not to hear and sat down.

Theodore coughed twice more.

Phoebe finally turned to him. "Is your throat uncomfortable? Should I call a doctor?"

Theodore glared at her. "Come here!"

Phoebe hesitated but walked over. She stood by the bed, looking at Theodore, who was sitting cross-legged like a child.

Suddenly, Theodore grabbed her collar, pulled her down, and bit her lip hard.

"Ouch!" Phoebe grabbed his wrist, trying to pull away.

She thought, 'Is Theodore turning into a dog? Why does he keep biting her?'

Hearing her cry out, Theodore finally let go, watching as she stepped back, glaring at him.

Theodore arrogantly extended his hand. "Help me over there!"

Phoebe felt her lip bleeding. She licked it and tasted blood.

The wound stung sharply.

Phoebe frowned and glared at Theodore, who raised an eyebrow without a hint of remorse. She really wanted to walk away.

Phoebe reluctantly walked over, took Theodore's hand, and helped him off the bed.

She hated herself for giving in, but when Theodore leaned heavily on her, she quickly wrapped her arm around his waist to keep him from falling. Theodore smirked.

Seeing Phoebe glance at the crutch by the bed, Theodore sneered. "I don't need that. Just help me over there."

Phoebe stayed silent.

'You used that crutch last night and seemed fine,' she thought, but she resigned herself to being his human crutch, helping him to the chair by the dining table.

In just a few steps, Theodore made it difficult for her, making her break out in a sweat and ruining her recent shower.

Phoebe served him a bowl of soup and handed it to him. Theodore crossed his arms and stared at her, clearly expecting her to feed him.

Phoebe pressed her lips together and lifted the spoon to feed him.

Just as she had fed him a few spoonfuls, the door opened. Vanessa walked in and saw Phoebe feeding Theodore.

Vanessa froze, unsure whether to enter or leave.

"I seem to have come at a bad time." Vanessa looked haggard. After leaving the hospital yesterday, she barely slept.

She had finally made it to dawn, changed her clothes, bought breakfast, and drove to the hospital.

Vanessa didn't believe Theodore was always so heartless. She was determined to make him less cold.

Phoebe glanced at the bowl of soup, feeling a nudge on her knee. She saw Theodore opening his mouth, signaling her to continue feeding him. Phoebe stayed silent.

Theodore's injury was to his leg, so he could use his own hands to eat.

"Feed me some side dishes. Don't just give me soup." Theodore's eyes were on the fruit salad.

Phoebe had no choice but to pick up a fork, stab a piece of fruit salad, and put it in his mouth. Hearing him chew, she couldn't resist and forked a piece of apple for herself. The apple was sweet and tasty.

Vanessa walked in, placed the breakfast she had bought on the table, and said, "Theodore, I brought you breakfast, but it looks like you're already eating."

Theodore nodded and then ordered Phoebe, "Feed me the soup."

As Phoebe fed him, she caught a glimpse of Vanessa sitting down. Phoebe said, "Thank you for your trouble these past few days, Miss Fitzroy. Mr. Black's film starts shooting tomorrow. Don't you need to prepare your luggage?" Actually, for the past half month, Mr. Black's team has been doing script readings, and Vanessa attended only for two days before flying abroad.

With the film about to start, Vanessa didn't seem urgent. Phoebe suspected the hundred million dollars Theodore had invested might go to waste.

"I know. I'm leaving this afternoon." Vanessa glared at Phoebe and then looked at Theodore with a hint of sadness. "Theodore, will you come to see me?" Theodore replied indifferently, "We'll see."

Vanessa lowered her eyes in disappointment. "If you're busy, you don't have to come. I don't want you to be too tired."

"Alright," Theodore said.

Vanessa looked up in shock at Theodore's cold profile. She had hoped he would say he would come, but he had taken her words seriously. Vanessa had truly tasted her own medicine.